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237–That No Separation Thing

how i hate when she leaves if only for a longweek-end such a wussi am though sometimeswhen she’s here i takeit all for granted fightand fuss and fume fornothing but my heartlays like a sick birdnot really wantingto fly when she’s notnear me though afterall these years atleast i know how tohide this disabilityfeels like i should bea story in women wholove too much hahaan impossibility thisi know from watchinggod so much everywhereswishing her skirts indives and divine cathedralsso like a good Sufi i havelearned her as a path tothe divine now if i couldjust get a better handle onthat no separation thing.